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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

It Is Tuesday, Right?

I think I went all day without saying anything weird at work, which is pretty amazing for me. I even had some important conference calls during which I sounded professional. Wooo!

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I have been having a very odd problem lately. I have no idea what day of the week it is. For example, I was certain that today was Wednesday, and I spent a lot of the day freaking out because I have a project that has to be completed by 8 a.m. Thursday, and I had no idea how I was going to get it done. It was not until 6 p.m. that I realized it was Tuesday. I have been like this for two weeks. I will even look at the calendar to figure out what day it is, and then five minutes later, I have no idea what day it is again. I think I may have caught a bad case of Laurinaitis.

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I have no idea why I needed to make that extremely lame "joke," but I am having sever day-of-the-week issues. It is so bizarre.

Oh, Jenny, I'm so glad you admit that. I don't feel like such a freak now. I continued telling people the wrong age for months after my birthday until, two months before I turned 26, I realize, WHOA! I'm actually 25, not 24 years old.... That would never have happened if I had been born a few months later, in nice round-numbered 1980. Damn those tricky 9s.

OK, I totally didn't get the Laurinaitis joke, but I'm sure that is my fault, not yours. My brain turns off when anyone references sports.

Also, Jonniker, that cracked me up. "Oh the heartbreak and woe!" I totally know what you mean, as the same thing has happened to me. It's so disappointing waking up thinking it might be Friday and realizing how very, very wrong you are about that.